M.G.G/S.R Oneshots

Panic (s.r)

spencer reid x reader
summary: reader and spencer go undercover to an underground cult to investigate child abuse
warnings: angst, guns, anxiety, some fluff, violence
based off 4x3

"just say our first names, and we are not FBI agents. we are child services." i reminded the woman next to me, giving Reid my gun and badge.

soon enough, Nancy and i were walking into the church with Spencer and Cyrus following behind with quite a bit of space.

Benjamin showed us to the school house, as i sat down in front of a young woman with blonde hair. "hi" i softly smiled at her. she explained to Reid and i what the church and school is like, before sitting up straight. "what is this about?" she asked.

"we received a call for child abuse, that an adult might be doing inappropriate acts with a child." i responded.

"is it so wrong for a husband to lay with his wife?" the teenager asked defensively.

"Jessica you're 15" Reid said in shock. our conversation was quickly cut short as Cyrus came in and started to clear the building. i looked worriedly at Spencer, hopping down into the underground tunnel.

"what the hell are we supposed to do?" Nancy asked.

"i don't know, but stay calm" Reid replied.

the tunnel lead to a wide room, woman, children, and men stood there with fear present on their faces.

in the crowded room, i tried to control my breathing as my chest felt heavy. i felt a hand grab mine, as i looked up at the man next to me. he gave me a quiet nod, as i reciprocated the small advance.

"i'm going to talk to them." Nancy said, walking up.

"Nancy!" i said, but got cut off by two men holding large guns.

i sighed, heading back to Reid. gunshots and poundings were heard from above, as a little girl with blonde hair attached herself to my leg. i gently rubbed her hair, looking at Reid as i saw a glimmer of fear in his eyes.

an hour later men started to gather the women and children back upstairs, but they motioned for Reid and i to sit.

"which one of you is the FBI agent?" Cyrus growled. the pounding in my chest returned, as he aimed the gun at Spencer. "it's me." i said.

Cyrus grabbed my hair, pulling me towards a storage space. i groaned in pain, as he continued to beat and throw me around.

"i can take it." i mumbled, hoping Rossi and Hotch could understand me.

Cyrus threw another blow, as i fell onto the floor. "i can take it." i signaled again.

he soon left the room, as i slowly stood up to look at my appearance in the broken mirror. my head was throbbing, a black eye, busted lip, and a small cut on the forehead. not that bad.

another hour passed, as Kathy came to help me into a bedroom. she grabbed a wash cloth and a cup of water, helping to clean up my cuts.

"Kathy, i'm going to need your help to get out of here." i told her.

"why?" she asked

"Cyrus is planning a mass suicide." i said. she didn't respond to me.

"Kathy, i know it was you who made the call." i told her, but she quickly grabbed her things and left the room.

thirty minutes later, a man came in and grabbed my arm. he forced me into the chapel, letting go of me to go stand by Cyrus. i looked around the room, my face softening as i saw Spencer.

the brunette man stood next to me, looking over my features. "it's not as bad as it looks." i told him, staring into his beautiful brown eyes.
"i'm so sorry, y/n." he whispered. i instantly craved his touch, but i had to resist myself from hugging the genius.

the same man returned to me, pulling me away from Spencer forcefully. i glanced at him one last time, seeing sadness in his features.

the sunset quickly faded, the sky dark. i placed my boot in between the blinds, trying to communicate with someone.

"i can get the women and children into the tunnels, if you tell me when you're coming." i repeated multiple times, until i saw a red laser on the wall.

"okay, i see you. when are you coming?" i asked. the laser flashed three times.

"3am?" i asked. the laser went up and down, as i mumbled out a response.

two hours later, Kathy returned into the room. i quickly sat up. "Kathy, we need to get the children out of here." i told her sternly.

"you were right. the entire house is filled with gas." she said, panic evident in her voice.

"my team is coming here at 3am. i need your help Kathy" i told her.

"it's 2:45, we have to go now." the blonde responded, helping me up. we started yelling for the children.

"where is the man i came in with?" i asked Kathy.

"he's in the chapel with Cyrus." she answered, her voice shaky.

we followed the children out, when i saw Morgan.

"Morgan!" i yelled, as he ran over. "y/l/n, where's Reid?" he asked, placing a hand on my arm and looking me over.

"he's in the chapel, we need to go get him." i said, about to return into the building.

"y/n, you're staying here. i'm going to get him, alright?" Morgan nodded at me. i let out an aggravated sigh, as shouting was heard. Jessica ran back into the building.

"y/l/n, get everyone out of here." Morgan instructed, as the SWAT team and i helped the children run down the hill. i was met with Rossi, Prentiss, and Hotch, until the building bursted into flames.

i watched the smoke come up, my eyes blurry. i looked around the outside quickly, hoping that i could see Reid and Morgan.

two figures stumbled out, and i let out a sob as i ran over to Reid. our limbs tangled each other, as we hugged tightly. he peppered my face in kisses, as i sobbed into his shoulder.

"i.. i thought y..you were gone." i cried, feeling his lips on my forehead. "i'm right here, y/n. i'm okay."

back on the jet, everyone else slept. i was wide awake, laying on the couch of the jet. my boyfriend crawled on top of me, his head resting on my chest with his arms curled around my waist.

his eyes were closed, as i massaged his scalp. his soft curls engulfed my fingers, as i stared down at the man.

"i hope you don't blame yourself for what happened to me." i whispered.

his head looked up, softness on his features.

"it was my choice, bub." i told him quietly.

"don't ever do that again, please. i don't like seeing you hurt." he whispered.

placing a soft kiss on his lips, my fingers continued to work their way through his hair.

"did Cyrus hurt you?" i asked when i pulled away.

"a few kicks to the stomach. but he kicks like Hotch." the tired genius joked. a soft smile formed on my face, as Spencer placed his head back down. a few minutes later, we were sound asleep.